When I was much younger, there were people focused solely on taking from me. I had forgotten until just recently.
It reminded me of a moment at a former employer. I was sitting in a room with another blonde white woman named Denise and a black woman named Jeanene. Denise kept leaning into Jeanene and saying, “She’s my sister. We are twins.”
Only now do I understand that Eve’s current embodiment, who must have darker skin than me, is continuing to call us sisters and possibly even twins. This happened in lifetimes before–especially in Mexico.
We are not sisters and we are not twins.